Olerus didn't answer the young mage's questions. He just stayed silent when the mage had asked about himself. To be perfectly honest, he didn't know how to answer those questions. He himself didn't know why he was in the Enchanter's Guild. They just slowly forced him into it. 

The Centaur's memories were cut short when the man said that they should probably speak with the Enchanter dragon. Olerus knew of her, but he had never met her. In fact, he was uninterested in meeting her for the longest time. He had only worked by himself making magic fonts for the guild to research.

"Perhaps." Olerus said, his voice rough and deep. Olerus didn't speak that much. He had no one to speak to. There was a feeling of solemnity when he was alone. He like that feeling all too much.

Olerus had raised himself from his seat, his figure becoming much more imposing upon the rest of the inn. He slowly trotted over to the dragon. He had no questions to ask. He remained quiet and standing.